Authors Note. Dedicated to Firewolf2 who reviewed it. Thanks.
The trees gave ample cover from the sun's energy sapping waves keeping Link ahead of his schedule. He was keeping a steady pace, using the Pegasus boots to stay away from the king's patrols, and would reach the deserts in two days. He stopped at about midday at a stream for lunch. From his satchel he unwrapped a loaf of bread.
His sword laid out of scabbard against a tree, reflecting the sun's rays off of its steel blade. It was rusty and cracked. The sword had served him well thus far but its continual use was questionable. His shield would hold up for a while still but his sword.
Link finished his lunch and again packed his things before setting off.
**
Agahnim waited in the darkness of the king's chambers, a certain energy glowing around him. The boy was beginning to be a problem. The guards had not prevented his jail break of the old librarian. He was treating the castle, Agahnim's keep, as a playing ground, bursting in at will and taking out his men with a mere flick of the sword. More power would be needed to dispose of the little whelp and the sooner the better. He had already retrieved the medallion of courage, and was now going for the medallion of wisdom.
Agahnim pulled from a sleeve of his cloak a large mirror. His hand hovered over the glass and suddenly a dark glow pierced the room. The mirror fell to the floor as a dark hair covered hand clawed its way out of the darker world.
Agahnim stepped back and looked at the beasts. There were four of them. Black fur ran across their muscular bodies, they stood about seven feet tall and each was heavily armored. A long sword hung loosly in each of their right hands. The head of the beasts was like that of a dog, a long muzzle with sharp cannine like teeth protruding from the gums like daggers.
"My moblins."
**
The morning dew covered the ground that Link laid on causing his green tunic to be very damp. It wasn't exactly an uncomfortable feeling, in a way it was actually quite refreshing. The day was warm, the sun heating the countryside. Nothing could make this day a bad one, thought Link as he continued on his way.
Two soldiers on a daily patrol changed his mind. He ran away, they had spotted him before he was even aware that anybody could be near the area. An arrow sped past his head smashing headlong into a young sapling. Link cursed and jumped a stream still running along. The soldiers behind him readied another barrage of crossbow bolts.
Link dove in a hole created between the roots of a great tree and waited. The soldiers missed his escape barely and stopped where they last saw him, directly in front of the tree.
"Where'd he go?" one of them drawled out.
"I missed him, did he keep go-."
Suddenly the man stopped. A growl issued from an unknown creature, and suddenly blood flew all around the area. "Ahhh!!" the other soldier screamed. More blood soaked across the ground, and down in the hole. Link blinked through flecks of blood across his eyes, as the deep throaty growl rumbled again.
Link looked through out through the hole and saw the lifeless staring eyes of one of the soldiers staring into the back of his head. Blood streamed from the corner of the man's mouth. Link watched in horror as a hairy clawed foot dropped on the helmeted head crushing the skull like a melon. Blood and brains spilled down into the hole staining Link's tunic.
The next thing Link heard was the chopping away of the tree above him. He cursed again. Whatever killed those guards was ready to take him out as well. With both hands, he dug into the other side of the tree hoping to make a hole big enough for him to escape. Then a clawed hand was reaching down in the hole clawing, scratching, trying desperatly to get in. "We are coming for you!" a deep gravely voice said.
Link brushed the dirt from his shoulders and climbed out the other side of the tree. Whatever this thing was it meant business. Link pulled his sword from its scabbard and turned and looked at the tree. With a consistent thudding a blade was slicing into the tree. Link gathered his courage and charged from around the tree looking dead into a vision that not even his nightmares could have produced. A dark hairy beast, lightly armored, standing on two legs, and holding a long thick saber. Blood matted down patches of fur, as the beast turned its head and snarled at its prey.
"Come here!" it roared.
Link turned his head and spat onto the ground, before rushing at the animal. In a blinding fury the beast spun with one arm and blade clanged against blade. A searing pain shot through Link's arm as shards of his rusty sword broke apart and went slaming into it.
The trees gave ample cover from the sun's energy sapping waves keeping Link ahead of his schedule. He was keeping a steady pace, using the Pegasus boots to stay away from the king's patrols, and would reach the deserts in two days. He stopped at about midday at a stream for lunch. From his satchel he unwrapped a loaf of bread.
His sword laid out of scabbard against a tree, reflecting the sun's rays off of its steel blade. It was rusty and cracked. The sword had served him well thus far but its continual use was questionable. His shield would hold up for a while still but his sword.
Link finished his lunch and again packed his things before setting off.
**
Agahnim waited in the darkness of the king's chambers, a certain energy glowing around him. The boy was beginning to be a problem. The guards had not prevented his jail break of the old librarian. He was treating the castle, Agahnim's keep, as a playing ground, bursting in at will and taking out his men with a mere flick of the sword. More power would be needed to dispose of the little whelp and the sooner the better. He had already retrieved the medallion of courage, and was now going for the medallion of wisdom.
Agahnim pulled from a sleeve of his cloak a large mirror. His hand hovered over the glass and suddenly a dark glow pierced the room. The mirror fell to the floor as a dark hair covered hand clawed its way out of the darker world.
Agahnim stepped back and looked at the beasts. There were four of them. Black fur ran across their muscular bodies, they stood about seven feet tall and each was heavily armored. A long sword hung loosly in each of their right hands. The head of the beasts was like that of a dog, a long muzzle with sharp cannine like teeth protruding from the gums like daggers.
"My moblins."
**
The morning dew covered the ground that Link laid on causing his green tunic to be very damp. It wasn't exactly an uncomfortable feeling, in a way it was actually quite refreshing. The day was warm, the sun heating the countryside. Nothing could make this day a bad one, thought Link as he continued on his way.
Two soldiers on a daily patrol changed his mind. He ran away, they had spotted him before he was even aware that anybody could be near the area. An arrow sped past his head smashing headlong into a young sapling. Link cursed and jumped a stream still running along. The soldiers behind him readied another barrage of crossbow bolts.
Link dove in a hole created between the roots of a great tree and waited. The soldiers missed his escape barely and stopped where they last saw him, directly in front of the tree.
"Where'd he go?" one of them drawled out.
"I missed him, did he keep go-."
Suddenly the man stopped. A growl issued from an unknown creature, and suddenly blood flew all around the area. "Ahhh!!" the other soldier screamed. More blood soaked across the ground, and down in the hole. Link blinked through flecks of blood across his eyes, as the deep throaty growl rumbled again.
Link looked through out through the hole and saw the lifeless staring eyes of one of the soldiers staring into the back of his head. Blood streamed from the corner of the man's mouth. Link watched in horror as a hairy clawed foot dropped on the helmeted head crushing the skull like a melon. Blood and brains spilled down into the hole staining Link's tunic.
The next thing Link heard was the chopping away of the tree above him. He cursed again. Whatever killed those guards was ready to take him out as well. With both hands, he dug into the other side of the tree hoping to make a hole big enough for him to escape. Then a clawed hand was reaching down in the hole clawing, scratching, trying desperatly to get in. "We are coming for you!" a deep gravely voice said.
Link brushed the dirt from his shoulders and climbed out the other side of the tree. Whatever this thing was it meant business. Link pulled his sword from its scabbard and turned and looked at the tree. With a consistent thudding a blade was slicing into the tree. Link gathered his courage and charged from around the tree looking dead into a vision that not even his nightmares could have produced. A dark hairy beast, lightly armored, standing on two legs, and holding a long thick saber. Blood matted down patches of fur, as the beast turned its head and snarled at its prey.
"Come here!" it roared.
Link turned his head and spat onto the ground, before rushing at the animal. In a blinding fury the beast spun with one arm and blade clanged against blade. A searing pain shot through Link's arm as shards of his rusty sword broke apart and went slaming into it.